Thursday, May 14, 2009

Should Auld Acquaintance be Forgot...

As the last strains of that haunting song fades...Columbans! Faithful souls of our old school with its Irish saint, Saint Columba! It's time again to come together to celebrate the 80th anniversary of our alma mater!

The tentative date is Saturday, 8th August, 2009 (That's right-8/8/09!) at a leading restaurant-either Eastwood Valley Country Club Restaurant, Imperial Ballroom or Mega Hotel Restaurant.

The ticket will cost RM50.

Oh yes, I'm making arrangements to fly out our beloved Aussie principal, Ms. Leonie Armour from Down under. I'm going to be honored to have her as our guest in my home for the duration of her stay here with us.

Don't miss this big event, folks! Be there or be square!

Here's a joke for old buddies... By the way, bet you never knew-Ms. Armour's Irish!

Two men were sitting next to each other at a bar. After awhile, one guy looks at the other and says, "I can't help but think, from listening to you, that you're from Ireland."

The other guy responds proudly, "Yes, I am!"

The first guy says, "So am I! And where about from Ireland might you be?"

The other guy answers, "I'm from Dublin, I am."

The first guy responds, "So am I!"

"Sure and beggorra. And what street did you live in Dublin?"

The other guy says, "A lovely little area it was. I lived on McCleary Street in the old central part of town."

The first guy says, "Faith and it's a small world. So did I! So did I! And to what school would you be going?"

The other guy answers, "Well now, I went to St. Mary's, of course."

The first guy gets really excited and says, "And so did I. Tell me, what year did you graduate?"

The other guy answers, "Well, now, let's see. I graduated in 1964."

The first guy exclaims,"The good Lord must be smiling down upon us! I can hardly believe our good luck at winding up in the same bar tonight. Can you believe it? I graduated from St. Mary's in 1964 my own self!"

About this time, Vicky walks into the bar, sits down and orders a beer.

Brian, the bartender, walks over to Vicky, shaking his head and mutters, "It's going to be a long night tonight."